(Y/N)'s eyes opened to the sound of thunder clapping.
It was harsh, loud, vicious, and out of the blue, so unexpected, in fact, that it resulted in him having no shock whatsoever; he was just surprised. He had no idea where he was, nor did he know where he was to go, as all he could hear and see was the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the ground, enveloping it in a wet, slippery body. Furthermore, his own body felt chained to the ground, unable to move and unable to even lift a single finger.
Most of all, however, was his memory. For some reason, be it fate or some catastrophe he had no recollection of, he couldn't remember anything that had happened to cause him to be like this. His mind was fuzzy, similar to that of the static of a TV screen; he couldn't seem to recall anything or even conjure up a guess as to what had possibly occurred to make him so... immobile, frozen, unable to breath, something that (Y/N) had noticed only now.
Additionally, his body, though he felt immobile, also felt tiny, well, at least smaller than it usually was, and it was only when he decided to try to look at his body did he realize why he couldn't move, along with the small trickle of red liquid that fell onto the concrete below.
He was bleeding, severely, and his chest had a massive stab wound slashed right across it, puncturing the deepest parts of his body as the blood flowed outward.
And yet, he didn't feel any pain. He couldn't feel it at all, actually. Instead, he could only feel insatiable terror as he realized that everything in his body had been completely immobilized, even his own ability to think.
He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he couldn't even breathe. Nevertheless, his eyes could move, blink, and see the grey that was above him. He could hear the pounding rain, the booming lightning, and flickering around him. Nonetheless, he wasn't too sure what was around him except for the cold, bleak concrete floors that seemingly stretched on for miles, his eyes only able to gaze in two directions: up and below.
Whatever was doing this to him, it wanted him dead, and he surely felt like he was going to die. However, he couldn't close his eyes; he couldn't plug his ears; all he could do was wait and wait, wait for the end. Every single second, more blood spilled from his mouth, wetting it and making him taste the iron of his own creation, and as it did, the more his hope dimmed.
And just as he was about to accept his fate, he heard something rushing at him, similar if not exactly alike to the sounds of feet hitting the ground.
"Hey?! Are you alright?!" A voice rang, clearly loud but also hushed at the same time as the figure got closer and closer to him, reaching him in a matter of seconds. "Oh my... How... What happened?!" The voice screamed, just reaching his location as they put a hand on his chest, quickly blocking the tiny hole that was being shown to them. However, they seemed to not have noticed that (Y/N) couldn't talk, nor could he move. Additionally, (Y/N) couldn't look up to see who was talking, so that was just a guess.
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Thick as Thieves: Male Reader x Pardofelis.
Fanfiction(Y/N) isn't the most ideal person. He isn't strong, neither is he great at fighting. However, he is lucky, very much so, and that's all he needs to meet someone exactly like him.
